Furrowing his brow, the young man backed away and arranged the swords in front of him so that they acted as a shield. The Dragon's Breath quickly arrived and slammed into the swords.
"Huh?!?"
The young man's pupils dilated as he witnessed his swords, all of which being low grade Spirit Treasures, melting from the intense heat of Sheng Tian's Dragon's Breath.
The black and purple flames surged forward, but the young man was not willing to let go of the swords he had spent so much to buy. At the very least, he wanted to salvage whatever he could from the melted parts.
Thus, he reached his hand forward in an attempt to suck the swords into his spatial ring.
Suddenly, a wisp of black and purple flame shot through a gap between the swords and struck the young man squarely in the chest. His robes and hair were instantly set ablaze.
"AHHHH!"
